Yesterday, Hank & Cap decided to slip into more comfortable collars and take it down a notch, keep it real. Where did they head? Why, to Santa Chuck’s of course!

Ho, ho, hiccup! Not only did they finagle a photo with the Man himself but they also got to chat with a lovely older couple going by the names of Mr. & Mrs. Claus! Hank would not have believed it, really, but they had their elves in tow so it had to be so.

Oh, and the place. The place! A dog- and baby-palooza. Dogs. Babies. Paloozing! Standing/crawling/wiggling room only. The other dogs were chill—just waiting for Santa here, folks—but some of the tots had that just-on-the-verge-of-a-baby-stampede look about them. (Above, Hank watches for party infants and Cap eyes the fidgety inflatable.)

Waiting in line for Santa, Cap learned the hard way that when you share the watering hole with packs of wild rugrats, you’ve really got to be careful where you step. He’ll be picking Cheesy Poofs out of his nails for weeks.

(Hank can’t imagine a better Christmas present.)

But in the end, the boys got their photo! The Clauses pulled out all the stops and even the elves jumped in and jingled. Such stars!

And because they’re classy that way, neither the Clauses nor the elves said anything about the Cheesy Poof detritus. Sweet.

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Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

6 Responses to Cheesy Poof Night

Very fun-looks like Hank is ready for the Holidays! Hope you (continue to) have a wonderful Christmas-we are off to Michigan on Saturday to see all the Smiths (and 1 Smithie-hoping to catchup with Anders). Take care, John and the gang

‘Tis the season for beer and… eggnog! Come on over any time after 6:00 pm this Friday, (that’s tomorrow), and join us for a toast to the solstice, or possibly kissing our asses goodbye. Although I’d love to invite the boys too, Mr. Spike tends to misbehave when certain 4 legged visitors come into HIS yard. Hope to see you!

(We’ll be there a long time, burning things in the backyard, so feel free to stop by later if you have other events that night.)

Crissy Merrimas to you all at Hanks house. Love the lights. I think the economy is recovering because the houses over here are lit up much more so than other years. My lights are contained in markie’s glass bowls and on top of Skip’s pottery. NO tree. they are nice though/ Have fun and am sending much love j

Wahoo! Take care you all, and travel safely. (You know that Hank would drive you all to the airport through the snow again if he could. Best use of the Land Yacht ever!) Give A a squeeze for me if you get to see her and big hugs to the rest of the family! Looking forward to your annual card and the stories and photos…Hank’s a bit tardy this year and will have to send out New Years notes. XXOO and blessings!